will the dream come back?
will i know where i am?
will i know where i am?
I light up when he commits to the bit—then, "Run?"—and I’m off, bouncing from violet to violet with Remi thundering behind me. Spray freckles my cheeks; the sea hisses; the stones flash underfoot. I risk a look back when he yells about Ronin and the cake, nearly pitching sideways as I bark a laugh. "Of course it was you!" I shout over my shoulder, still laughing. "Who else lives with you?"
The path curves and the colors tilt; momentum steals into my legs the way balance leaks out of them—oh, that’s definitely downhill. I lean, arms out, trusting the next purple—only it isn’t. My heel kisses red.
"Nooooo!"
I fold like I’ve been struck, collapsing with theatrical agony onto the prismatic stones, one hand flung high as if the lava’s got me by the ankles. I sink—dramatically, tragically, fatally—then go perfectly still, one cheek pressed to warm rock, crown of my hair askew.
After a beat, I crack one eye open, peeking for the shape of him approaching my “final resting place.”
will there be birds?
Theea
